Free at LastNurse Peggy slowly guides the large thick gastric tube from Reggie’s throat. He retches as the end slips past the gag reflex point. In remaining hooded he can neither see nor hear. I just sit and watch, letting Peggy and Monica offer the entertainment.
“Thank you,” his voice gasps, the simple words awkwardly fumble forth from a throat intubated for over two weeks.
Monica’s left hand has the remote. Her finger presses to turn off the white noise while she speaks. For the first time, she uses the commanding tone of her many years in the military.
“You will not speak, Reginald, unless instructed.”
Monica backs up her authority with her right hand, the cattle prod applying a moderate jolt to Reggie’s thigh. He spasms most comically against his bonds. Yet I note his p***s is qui
